I have a strange relationship with my father. For a time he was the main antagonist in my life. We were always butting heads.
I was so stubborn as a child. Sometimes I think he was too nice to me. Sure, we would fight but in the end he would always forgive me.
But he raised me well. I have nothing but respect for my father. He works so hard. At the time I couldn’t appreciate him, but now that I’m living on my own, whenever I reflect on things, I realize how much he did for me, my brothers, and my mom.
He protects us, guides us, watches our backs. No matter how stubborn and hard headed we are, he’ll always be there in the end.
He’s one of the few people that I know, at the end of the day, no matter how down I am or how bad I fucked up, he will be there for me.
Thank you, dad.